Talk To Me Nice Lyrics

Talk To Me Nice - Tory Lanez

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Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here

Still downtown, no crew up in here

All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here

Like is it the right time, baby?

This is the right time

Pour up the white wine

All of these bands on me

Like it's a lifeline

Givenchy for all of my niggas

We pull up and slip, it's the nighttime

Fucking bitches in the white robes

Let me know that it's the right time

All my niggas, they be repping it

Red bottom when I step in it

Niggas with me, gotta let 'em in

Soles with me, that's the definite

Nice with me, that's a definite

Now you met her with the dogs

Gotta fuck 'em all 'fore you meet the President

Walked in, all cleaned up

Made her whole clique all bust down

Walked in, got two W's

Youse look now like touchdown

Pulled up in the I8

With a shirt saying, "Why hate?"

Niggas talking I'ma violate

Bitch I'm fucking up the tristate

Uh, Givenchy for all of my niggas

2017, we leaving the centrefold on the table

For all of you niggas

Coming for all of the figures

I'm fucking all of you bitches

Don't need to call on you bitches

Ay baby, I'm all in Givenchy

Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here

Still downtown, no crew up in here

All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here

Like is it the right time, baby?

Fargo... Estefan Fargo

S.T.E

Hahaha

Yeah... Fargo

S.T.E

Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm popping now

Bad bitch recline my seat before she top me down

Just invested in two choppers and they on me now

Bitch all you hear was 'grr grr' when I'm hopping out

Put them bitches in a Range Rove'

Hit a mission with my niggas then I change clothes

Niggas running for that paper like Usain Bolt

You hit my bitch I fuck your girl, that's how the game go

You know how that saying go

Girl, you know I'm popping off

Give me head and make sure you make that shit sloppy now

If you with it you gon' meet me at the lobby now

Say you not but girl I know that you are probably down

Now what you talking 'bout?

What you talking 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

What you talking 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels

Like the blue jays

New Toronto bitch we balling on your blu-rays

I've been mobbing round the city for like two days

Stashing all this dirty money in a suit case, woah

Don't you know that we got plenty choppers

Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker

Niggas say that they gon' rob me bitch don't make me stop you

Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he down to let it drop you

Hit G Weed on the cellphone

Make that call from Compton they'll be out on Melrose

Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad

And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah

That shit tell you that I'm popping now

When I pull up in that Wraith, that ain't no talking now

Hater niggas talking payments but I bought it, wow

Reason why we not pull up, them bitches hopping out

Now what you talking 'bout?

What you talking 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

What you talking 'bout?

Never do we get in town but tonight feels right yeah

Never do we ever get the time, never seen again, right

Now I want the time, today I got the time, right

I'm down south, east Atlanta, Georgia

And I'm riding, yeah, and I'm rolling, yeah

Took the train down south, old bars, strip clubs down dirty 6, yeah

And I'm rolling, yeah

Rolling downtown, west 401

Rolling, yeah